Never have I met you,
and never will I know
what you look like in the morning
or what you look like when you go.
But the tale that’s yet told here
Holds a secret that’s yet shared;
Of the daydreams which we live in
- which are far, and few, but fair.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Never have I met you,
and never will I know
what you look like in the morning
or what you look like when you go.
But the tale that’s yet told here
Holds a secret that’s yet shared;
Of the daydreams which we live in
- which are far, and few, but fair.
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